1800 perform on stage
After the short commercial break, the live broadcast cut again. Ellen DeGeneres sat among the crowd in the audience and said to the camera with a smile, "I sat in Zac Efron's seat because he Coming up soon. Ladies and gentlemen, Zac Efron！”
On the right side of the stage, Zac Efron appeared in front of everyone with a smile on his face..
“Good evening, it's an honor to stand here and introduce the next performer." Zach said with a big smile, "How should I describe this performer? An actor, a singer, an artist, the dream lover of women around the world, the role model of every dreamer, or... Renly Hall？”
No more language introduction is needed, a name is enough. The audience burst into applause impatiently, and Zach also extended his right hand, "Ladies and gentlemen, the touching song in 'The Ballad of Drunken Country'" 'The Death of Queen Jane', let us welcome, Lord Renly Hall.”
Who would have thought that Renly's first official performance at an awards ceremony would not be at the Grammys, but at the Oscars.？
Applause, whistles, cheers, screams... the entire Dolby Theater became lively, and everyone expressed their inner expectations in their own way..
All lights go out.
When the spotlight was turned on again, Le'Veon Davis appeared in front of everyone: a dark green plaid shirt that had been washed white, and the collar seemed to be fluffed; a wrinkled dark brown jacket, vaguely still... Coffee stains can be found on the shoulders and clothes; the slightly curly short hair looks messy and unruly, hanging down casually, covering the sadness on the eyebrows; the head is slightly lowered, and the light falls through the hair and eyelashes, outlining the beauty of the face. blurred outline.
A guitar. A chair. A light.
Suddenly, time returns to the kerosene lamp bar in the 1960s.
He just sat on a four-legged stool with his guitar propped on his knees. There was no fancy stage background or any gorgeous clothes. Even on the Oscar stage, he was still the same person who was walking around in circles. The down-and-out folk singer is now trapped in the same place, but nothing seems to have changed..
The performance did not start immediately, but was silent for two seconds. The entire audience held their breath. Then you could see the light passing through the guitar strings, and the dust flying up and down between the strings, quiet and smart. , for a moment, time seemed to stop on those long and powerful knuckles, freezing the light and shadow..
This is an outlier.
During the smooth flow of the Oscars ceremony, time suddenly slowed down, showing a completely different style. Everyone was complaining that the Oscars ceremony was getting longer and longer, and the loss of the audience was getting more and more serious. ; And now Renly is deliberately slowing down the pace. Isn’t this going against the ratings?？
But this is "The Ballad of Drunken Country", this is "Queen Jane Dies", this is Renly Hall.
If someone is willing to calm down and be more patient, it doesn't take long, just two seconds, just two seconds, let yourself calm down, and then wait seriously, the impetuousness and eagerness of life will take on a different look..
The strings were plucked.
The soothing and melodious melody was incompatible with the atmosphere of the Oscar scene. It even seemed like two completely different worlds. However, the two-second pause just now wonderfully separated time and space, and the mood slowly settled. I couldn't help but tilt my head and began to admire it quietly. It was like entering a time and space tunnel constructed with musical notes, from the Dolby Theater in 2014 to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961..
“Queen Jane lay in the delivery room for more than nine days and nine nights, until her maid was exhausted and could no longer support...no longer able to support.”
The melodious melody sounds familiar, a bit like the song "Hang me, hang me" at the beginning of "Drunk Country Ballads", but the rhythm and melody are more soothing, like the breeze passing by the ears in March in early spring, With a little chill and a little warmth hidden in it, it fell gently and softly on the softness of the chest, inadvertently pulling out a touch of sadness and loss..
“My good servants, my good servants, dear you, can I beg you to cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? found my baby.”
Music seems to have such a wonderful magic power. Amidst the gurgling melody and softly humming songs, everything around becomes quiet, and then the faint sound of a campfire can be heard in the ears. With the movement, the surrounding light dimmed unconsciously, as if in the harsh winter, everyone was sitting around a campfire in the wild, holding a bowl of boiling potato soup in their hands, and pulled the blanket draped around their shoulders. The left and right feet rubbed against each other, trying to find some warmth..
At this moment, a passing bard came over pulling his horse..
I saw him tying his horse to a dead tree nearby, taking off his hat, and sat down next to the campfire. He took out his old pipe from his arms, tapped it on the sole of his shoe, and then slowly started to sing again. The pipe was filled with tobacco, and after lighting it, he told the story of Queen Jane in a hoarse and hoarse voice. His voice was filled with sadness and regret in the cold wind..
“‘Oh, no,' the maids cried, 'this is something we absolutely cannot do. We will report it to King Henry immediately to hear his decision..”
“King Henry heard the bad news and King Henry felt the delivery room and he said, 'Oh look what happened to my woman, your eyes, why are they so gray？’”
“King Henry, King Henry, could I ask you to do one thing for me? Could you please cut open the right side of my body and find my baby? found my baby？”
But there is lingering sorrow and pain hidden in the gentle tone. It is not the despair of crying loudly, nor the heart-rending struggle, but the lingering fatigue, the faltering steps after being weathered, and it seems that it is no longer possible. Unable to carry the weight on my shoulders, I just stumbled along, unable to see the end point or understand the direction. The hope that was once alive was like the baby in Queen Jane's belly, which seemed to be extinguished bit by bit..
Lights. Guitar. Singing.
The whole world is so simple but also so pure, it seems that there is no room for the slightest bit of heterogeneity; but it is so moving and so beautiful, it seems that adding anything is superfluous..
“‘Oh no,' cried King Henry, 'this is something I must not do. If I were to lose the Flower of England, I would rather lose her branches and leaves. I would rather lose her branches and leaves too..’”
Renly's singing didn't have too many ups and downs or embellishments. Accompanied by the clean and clear strings of the guitar, it was only presented in the simplest way, but the faint sense of loss in the ending was like ripples. It was like a trance. Suddenly, it seemed that he could see his back again, walking alone in the ice and snow, surrounded by the vast white snow. It seemed that no one else could be seen except him, but he was still moving forward. Standing, tired and confused but never stopping.
Slowly, Renly raised his head and faced the audience's gaze..
In the light and melodious interlude melody, Renly's eyes accepted all the observations frankly and sincerely. The calmness after the vicissitudes of life, the fatigue after the stormy waves, and the resolute determination were quietly hidden in the In the eyes, as the strings fly and carve, it gradually becomes clear. The perseverance after loss and confusion, the persistence that still refuses to surrender despite being covered with bruises, is like a touch of green blooming in a no-man's land - —Rekindled hope.
God！
This...could this be...could this be an extension of the ending of "Drunk Country Ballad"？
Such an idea was too bold and too crazy, but it began to surge in the depths of my mind uncontrollably..
“At the end of the story of "Drunken Country Ballad", LeVine fell down at the entrance of the bar alley, staring at the distance with blank and lost eyes, but did not leave an answer. No one knows whether LeVine will continue to persist or choose to return to ordinary , the answer is hidden in the heart of every audience.
And now, at this moment, on the stage of the Oscars, Renly, who is performing "The Death of Queen Jane" - or rather, Llewyn Davis, is standing up again, even if he is scarred , even if he is exhausted, even if he is aimless, he will continue to walk.
At this moment, the music and the character fit together perfectly, the melody and the performance were entangled with each other, and then the guests returned to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961, enjoying LeVine's performance on stage again, he was singing in a low voice. singing loudly：
“People sang and danced on the day of the prince's birth; but poor Queen Jane, whom I loved most, lay like a cold stone, sleeping forever..”
There is no melody, just a cappella. The sad and lonely lyrics are repeated thousands of times between the lips and teeth, telling all the indescribable and complicated emotions clearly, leaving every listener to chew carefully. Taste, only you can understand the taste.
“eternal sleep.”
When the last lyric was sung, he slowly closed his eyes. Slowly, slowly, the endless exhaustion flowed out bit by bit, and then those emotions slipped from between his eyebrows to the corners of his mouth, and then Slowly sliding down the shoulders, the falling spotlight outlined the outline of the tired shoulders..
Singing is over.
The on-site director seemed to be stunned. He did not immediately turn off the lights, nor cut to the follow-up, nor even adjust the camera immediately. Instead, he allowed his emotions to spread slowly in the air. In one second, Two seconds... seems to echo the two seconds of silence at the beginning, wonderfully erecting the barriers of time and space again, and quietly leaving the memory of the kerosene lamp bar deep in the hearts of each guest, becoming their own unique privacy. corner.
no one can find out.
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